It is not worth while to blast Moy's character, and
show poor old Proudfoot what a swindler his son was, just for that.
The old man was good to me. I should like to let it rest while he
lives. If Moy would sign such an exculpation of me as could be
shown to Mr. Bowater, and any other whom it might concern, I should
be quite willing to have nothing told publicly, at least as long as
the old gentleman lives."
"I think Archie is right," said Miles, in the pause, with a great
effort.
"Yes, right in the highest sense of the word," said Julius.
"It is Christian," Anne breathed across to her husband.
"I don't like it," said Mrs. Poynsett.
"Let that scoundrel go unhung!" burst from Frank, who had failed to
catch the spirit of his interpreter.
"I don't like it in the abstract, mother," said Miles; "but you and
Frank have not seen the scoundrel in his beaten down state, and, as
Archie says, it is hard to blacken the memory of either poor George
Proudfoot or Tom Vivian, who have fathers to feel it for them."
"Poor Tom Vivian's can hardly be made much blacker," said Mrs.
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